(no subject)
My eyes spewing judgement
and he catches the spittle,
points at me
with his crooked nose --
I'll tell you
who's got the resentment.
As the night grinds on,
sitting at idle outside her house
and his Volvo appears:
"is this something
I shouldn't see?"
The stars are dream seeds,
drifting in unisync, the night-
time breeze leaves me
with a taste of saltwater,
like blood or
trickling anger.
and he catches the spittle,
points at me
with his crooked nose --
I'll tell you
who's got the resentment.
As the night grinds on,
sitting at idle outside her house
and his Volvo appears:
"is this something
I shouldn't see?"
The stars are dream seeds,
drifting in unisync, the night-
time breeze leaves me
with a taste of saltwater,
like blood or
trickling anger.